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Jude kyrie Sep 2016
Remember when we first met Ted.
You always made things right.
We used to always sleep together.
So I was not scared at night.

We used to travel everywhere.
I hid you so no-one ever knew.
You were always there for me Ted.
And I was there for you.

I always told you all my trouble's Ted.
You would listen all the day.
And when I got a tummy ache.
You took the pain the away.

Once I had the measles
I was six days in my bed.
You never ever left me, Ted
You slept right by my head.

When the thunderstorm scared me.
And the lightning’s flashing light.
You snuggled up and held me.
So safe all through the night.

The passing years they rolled along Ted.
And we got older too.
I was not frightened anymore
Oh! what could I do with you?

Now my little sons  in his room.
There is a bear next to his head.
With  one eye missing
and it has a patch or two.
It is his favorite  bear named Ted.
It's You Ted,  It is You.
482 · Dec 2015
They called her Misty
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
I do not know her given name.
Everyone called her Misty
Perhaps because she floated unnoticed
in a foggy ethereal calm .

He noticed her quiet countenance
and he controlled her every thought.
Powerful strong controlling
Misty disappeared even further
into the vapor that was her.

She followed him like cargo
to be taken places.
Never to choose for herself
When I looked into her ice blue eyes
seeing the sadness she held inside.
The need to be herself dying within her.

People would say of them
What does he see in her?
She’s so laid back and dreamy.
She has nothing to offer.
Just a flat personality.

Then one day
she broke free from him
Traveled to places she had only
seen in glossy travel
brochures and magazines.

She had adventures in other places
that were not even in travel magazines.
Places she once thought
she would never ever go to.
Well! Not on her own anyway.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Sitting on a snow capped window sill
in the hospital a little boy so ill
the tiny faery shed a tear
so much sadness
with blessed Christmas so near.
Outside the snowflakes
cover the town.
Soft and gentle
like feathered down.
.the tiny boy once eyes so bright
would not last another night.
Flying inside she kissed his head.
Sitting with him on his bed.
She sent a message on a dove
to the faery queen up high above.
The magic he needs is beyond my reach.
Please save him my Queen I do beseech.
Take his fever from his sweet brow.
Dont let his soul leave the world just now.
Make him well make him strong
Fill his sweet heart with Christmas song.
The faery Queen peeked through a cloud.
Her little fairy crying aloud.
It was Angel Bell she knew her well.
the naughtiest fairy in Fairyland.   
But she was holding his tiny hand.
Angel Bell cried I will never again be bad.
Please save the little human lad.
The Queen led the faery folk in song
Let him be well let him be strong
Fill his heart with Christmas Song
We make him well the faery way.
To live and play on Christmas day.
His Mom was crying
when she heard the phone
It was her son
Mom Come bring me home
it's Christmas after all
smiles
Jude
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
you are my sisters best friend
I can see clearly the first time
I saw you.
You were sleeping over
couch surfing at our house.
My heart stood still
I had the overwhelming urge
to lie next to you.
Not to *******.
Like on TV dramas
Or to have *** in any way.
I just wanted to fold you
in my arms.
Safe and gentle
For you to feel what
Was happening in my heart.
Just youth and innocence.
But you were beautiful.
And I was nerdy awkward.
You were full of fascination
I was boring and dull.
Even then I knew
You were beyond me.
So I went to my room
Sat on my bed
and wept like a child.
Wiping tears from my eyes.
I knew that if my tears
were raindrops.
They were falling
into the ocean
that was you.
Jude kyrie Mar 2016
It was out of the blue.
Really why would he talk to me.
I am pleasantly plump.
size fourteen if I lie.
my hair is wild
and terminal frizzy.
he has a cut glass
English accent.
like a BBC newscaster.
I am from the Bronx.
we drank too much wine.
he took me home to my place.
I had to pay for the cab.
But it's not like paying for him
to...well...you know.
I could not walk the next morning.
he told me I was Beautiful and
the best time he had had in America.
me can you believe that.
He was a botanist from the UK
working on the nesting habits
of the speckle throated warbler
or something.
All I knew was he had ice blue eyes
a sweet accent and grey specks
in his blueness that made me
want to undress for him.
He was beautiful.
when he left in the morning
I gave him my number
on his phone.
call me I said.
but months went by.
not a word.
then when the morning
sickness came.
I realised he was still inside me.

The eclampsia came at seven months
I was hospitalised the doctors told me
I and the baby could die.
I went into a coma.

when. woke up my belly was flat
the baby I cried.
I opened my eyes and he was there.
holding my hand.
my baby I wept
they are fine Kelly
he said.
they?
you had twins a boy and a girl.
I looked up into his eyes
with the grey fleck's.
Micheal how?
I was sent back to the UK
I lost my job at the university.
I tried to call you
but no answer.
I came back on a visitors visa.
your neighbor told
me you were here.

six months later

we went for a Sunday evening
stroll in central park
it was fall the trees
were red and amber
leaves of gold
russeled under our feet.
new York was grey in fading light.
A city that hadwitnessed
many such love stories.
I looked at Micheal
his beautiful eyes
that held some kind
of optical aberration.
For they saw me as
worthy of his love.
He lifted the twins
over his head.
they laughed in delight.
I never seen anyone
as happy as him.
Unless you
count me in that is.
He said I love my family Kelly.
I whispered I love you Micheal.
Then at that moment
in the urban forrest of Cental park
on a vermillian autumn evening.
I felt him walk into
the door in my heart
that I left opened or him.
As he entered
I closed it quickly
so he could never leave.
locking it with the only key
that existed.
Then throwing it into the brambled
undergrowth of the woodlands
never to found again.
479 · Nov 2018
A town named Oblivion
Jude kyrie Nov 2018
The drunk tank was as bad as  I remembered  
from the last week.
The acrid smell of human waste
Permeated the dank air.

She was paying my bail
I could see her so clean and soft
So pretty
I thought if how she held me close
as we made love in our clean bed.
Before she threw me out
because of the drinking.

I felt ashamed at my look
I needed a shave and a shower.
But living on the city streets is hard.

She touched my hair softly
lifting it from my brow.
She said I always loved you
I still do you know.
I mumbled I loved her as well.

As we entered the bright sunlight outside
She said
I lost our son as well you know.
The tears filled my eyes
And my heart began to ache once more.
I turned and walked away
towards the signpost
for a town
named Oblivion.
Jude kyrie Jan 2017
The wild seawind
By

Jude Kyrie



Let me leave a salted kiss like  the wild seawind

Full of ocean spray and nature's guile

Excite sweet passions in your mind


Let me touch your heart where love I find

Bring  night birds songs to make you smile

Let me leave a salted kiss like  the wild seawind.


Bring starlit gifts and a heart to blnd

With music sweet and a love that's wild.

Excite sweet passions in your mind


In windswept dreams my love you will find

A heart thats loyal through every trial

Let me leave a salted kiss like the wild seawind


I will love you even when old and lined.

And stay faithful every travelled mile

Let me leave a salted kiss like the wild seawind

Excite sweet passions in your mind
I usually write freestyle this is a step outside for me.
But then Robert Frost
Said poetry without rhyme
Is like playing tennis without a net.
I am crap at tennis also
Jude
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
1904 chipping Sodbury England
Grenville school for young Englishmen


*The bell for evensong rang out
It was seven o'clock the boys would be
Going to the school chapel he wanted to see them.
He was so old where had all the time passed.
He remembered it was 1876 he was such a young
Man so full of dreams and possibly.
His days at a schoolmaster at Grenville school for boys
had began.
He knew he was a shy stodgy schoolmaster going unnoticed.
No promotions just the same grade.
Then a miracle happened
Grace found him he did not mean a gift of faith
He always has that of course.
If was the most stunning lady he had ever seen.
He was at the train station at Chippingham Wold
The fog had set in and the trains were delayed..
He sat in the waiting room and she was there.
Her smile lit up the room.
I did not have the skills to enchant the fairer ***
Only the words of masters like Chaucer and Shakespeare.
She said would you like to join me for a tea and scones
She withdrew a flask of sweet tea and gave me one of her scones.
We talked for hours in the deep fog that kept us there overnight.
She said thank you for keeping me safe overnight
I was quite afraid she did not look afraid.
The train arrive to take us to chipping sodbury.
As we exited the train she slipped me her address on her scented card that
Was perfumed with gardenias.
I still have it even in my eighties
I had fallen for her you see.
But who would not have.
I picked up my courage from my boots
And knocked on her door.
We married six months later.
I have never been as happy before or since.
The next five years were heaven she charmed the
School committee and all the boys
They loved her well almost as much as I did you see.
She  kissed me at the door after the cricket match
We beat you turnberry wells by seven runs
I was pink with excitement.
We are having a child she said.
I wept in joy
Then when the labor came she had eclampsia
And the labor was hard
After many hours the doctor came down
From the bedroom.
I looked up
He shook his head.
And the child I mumbled.
His sad eyes cell to the ground.
I never married again
How could I I had drank from the cup of perfection.
The great war came
At evensong I read the names of my fallen boys
William's burns sands Rene And  colley
Who received a posthumous Victoria cross
For pulling his wounded Batman from the line of fire
In a failed charge upon the German trenches.
The tears fell from my eyes as their faces
Appeared as the boys I loved.
The war tumbled to an end and the sons of the fallen came back
As young boys to Grenville
I was old and headmaster of that sainted school.
Roll call of the new boys
William's sir burns sir coley sir
I taught your father's I said softly.
Then the years rolled by
I was lay in my death bed nearly ninety now
I heard two of the young masters outside my door.
The old man is dying
He lost his wife years ago
Never had any children it such a shame.
I said but that's not true
I had a thousand children
And they were all boys.
A full life in a few words
Jude
477 · Dec 2015
Over her at last
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Finally I am over her at last.
She is melting like a
half forgotten tune.
No longer my ex beloved.
Now fading into old memories

I packaged all her
things she left here,
It's in my storage area.
Fitting into a
single cardboard box
Can you believe that?

I have purged her from
My favorite bar Finnegans.
Now reclaimed I stop
On my way home
from work for
a beer and wings.

Occasionally I forget
she's not with me and
Wait in the car for her
To bare her teeth and
ask if she had
chicken stuck  in them.
But it passes.

I get miffed when I
Come across her
lipstick tube in my glove box.
Or a single woolen glove
of hers in my
winter coat pocket.

Yesterday I found a kibble
Under the sofa
from her yappy little dog.
I had my place manicured
by the cleaning lady.
Muttering to her
about bugs and mice.

But what I  think that I
was really cleaning
Were  old pieces of her
she had left scattered
about in my heart.
476 · Sep 2015
Thank you Miss Gupta
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
The inner city school was big and noisy.
I remember being scared and overwhelmed.
When I saw her for the first time
a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari.
She floated no sound of footsteps.
Her skin perfectly brown
oh she was the most beautiful lady
I had ever seen.
I think she loved teaching more than life.
She would break an adult meetng
to  tend to a childs needs.
.Saying we must reschedule
I have a very important
meeting with my student
I must attend to.
she taught us patience and respect.
To listen to each other and to learn
from each person we spoke with.
she brought animals to the school
and introduced us to new species.
Everone wanted to be with her
when she taught us the class was silent
and every swoosh of her sari could be heard.
she stood by  the open window  of the classroom
Once and said listen can you hear it
I said its just silence Miss
she smiled and said no
it is the most beautiful
sound in the world
it is the sound of learning.
she would ask
what new thing we had learned
since last she saw us.
A color a poem a book.
I think I learned how to learn from her.
She basked in her small successes.
Later she told us of the nurses a doctor
schoolteacher author and a poet
that had spawned
from her classes.
Now when I visit England I always try
to see her in her small retirement flat.
she pours green tea that she says comes from
the foothills of the himalayas still teaching me.
As I recount for her all the new things
I have learned in the years since I saw her last.
476 · Sep 2015
A Sentimental Journey Home
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
A Sentimental Journey Home

Sunlight slanting in the pane
and Lighting up the floor.
Ivy creeping to the roof
Just like it did before.

At the fence the stately pine
almost reaches to the skies.
A mourning willow sways to and fro
beneath its thousand sighs.

Along the pathway flowers grow
As every year they do:
forget  me nots catch morning dew
like tears in their eyes of blue.

A familiar place yet not the same.
The stone has darker grown
And Lichen covers the gabled roof
since I was still at home.

We have changed these passing years
yet here I am once more.
With only echoes ever calling me
From sweet voices of before.

Within my sweetest memory
The sounds of long ago
are calling to me gently
as they whisper oh so low.

The voices fade with shadows dark
inside the broken door
And my tears are seeing what has been
That haunts me evermore.
476 · Jan 2016
Annette
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
Annette

A Poem
By
Jude Kyrie


*The remnants of the smoke rings
from a thousand cigarettes.
Fill my mind with memories
that my heart just cant forget.

I know that life’s a journey.
Its the only one we get.
But when I dance among
old memories
its always you Annette.

I fell in love the instant
of the first time that we met.
We were both married to another
but it was always you Annette.

We could have spent a life together
but that's a chance we did not get.
I had a life of stolen moments
with you my sweet Annette.

I look up from the table
you are stood there sweet Annette
Even after forever I love you
with a love I can’t forget.

My heart is full of shadows
and I am aching with regret.
You say Harry are you crying?
your eyes are red and wet.

I smile and whisper softly.
I’m alright my sweet Annette.
It's just the smoke rings rising
from my forgotten cigarette.
475 · Oct 2016
Night flight to Venus
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
Night flight to Venus
By
Jude Kyrie

I know you and I
exist on very different planets.
Men are from Mars
Women are from Venus.
This is written.

Yours a planet filled with beauty
And soaring dreams that fly
over clouds to touch the sun.
Mine a place where
my dreams are tethered to
It rocky lonely terrain.
Seeking it's safety.

I know how your dreams
and ambition are colored brightly.
With every hue of the spectrum.
While mine are but monochrome.

Even knowing all of this
My heart has fallen in love with you.
And I must follow its needs.
To wherever you are.

So tonight I must swallow
All my fears and doubts.
And leave the safety of Mars.
I will take the next spaceship to Venus.
And learn how to exist
In its strange
yet beautiful atmosphere.
For that is where you are
And without you
My home is but a barren land.

And If ever I should fall
From your speeding comet.
I shall know I have touched
The love sent
from the doors of heaven.
And it was you that brought me there
Can't say much
My spaceship to Venus leaves in a minute.
Jude
474 · Sep 2015
Fertility
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
Fertility

The purity of wild rain
I want to feel it
on my naked body.
Stood in reflection of you.
Of the last night hours
mystical memories
that hang from the sky
like gossemer webs.
You consumed me as a rare fruit.
Tasting me like a nectar of heaven
Send your lightning to this rain
fire my passions once more
in its blast of limitless power.
Arise in me my manhood.
let me see you naked
in perfect feminine form
let me submit to your
sweet release.
And in the golden rays
of autumns bounty.
Let us harvest the seeds
of forever
and sow them
again and again
in fertile spring fields.
474 · Jun 2016
My Secret Angel
Jude kyrie Jun 2016
Theres a beautiful angel
Tha lives in my heart.
Shes always trying
to get me
to let her out
so everyone can see her.

But I keep her locked inside
She would spoil the me
I show the world.
The tough no nonsense me.
The my way or the highway me.
The never give a sucker
an even break me.

But then someimes
in the evening shadows
lay next to you in bed.
I let her out
just for only you to see her.
She makes my voice softer
and turns my man heart gentle.

She makes me
say dumb things
that tough old me
would never say.

Like I love you
so much honey
or
You mean everything
to me my love.
And
You are the most
beautiful thing in my life.

Its just some
Angel trick I guess.
But she turns me
into marshmallow soft.
And I melt with the love of you.

But then as the morning light
trickles through our window.
I put her back into her prison
inside my heart.

And I get ready to meet
the rough tough world
one more time
As tough hard old me
Walks out into the sunlight.
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
.The first time ever I saw your face
By
Jude Kyrie

*The first time ever I saw your face
It played that fateful night.
I danced so close to you.
So close like we were one.

The aphrodisiac of the senses
were overloaded.
My defenses melted
like snow in late spring.
just the softness of you
only of you.
flowed into my body.

Your soft breath sweet
mixing with mine.
The need to kiss
was dancing in the air.

My battle It was over
before it started .
You had my heart and soul.
You still do after all this time.

Some events are destined to happen.
Some souls are destined to meet.
By the end of one lovely song
I had had found the place that
nature had saved for me.
I found it inside your sweet heart.
I entered it through the door
you had left open for my arrival.

It had been open for so long
but closing tightly shut
as I entered inside it freely.
We both threw away
the keys to our hearts.
Some things are just meant to be.
like we are
Like we will always be.
471 · Apr 2016
Last Goodbye
Jude kyrie Apr 2016
looking from my window
into the night filled Street.
I watched a couple
kissing a last goodbye.
They held each other
almost in mourning
of what they once were.
Still talking neither
one wanting to be the
first to leave.
then they both turned
and walked away
in opposite directions.
after a few paces
she turned and looked back
the lamplight glistened
in the tears
that fell down her face.
She passed a piece
of her heart in that glance.
but he did not look back
and he took it with him.
469 · Nov 2015
Just a love letter
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
I know we are different
you and I.
you chasing everywhere
me standing perfectly still.
you move about your world
so different from mine.
your dreams are tainted
blue from the sky.
you are so close to the sun.
Yet I know how grounded I am
perhaps too close
to the roots of green earth.
I know you scare me.
but I will swallow my fears
like a pill.
and climb onto your flight.
we will soar upon
thermals from heaven.
Gliding like gracefull swallows.
And if ever I should fall
I will look into the
vastness of space.
And know that
I have been there
and it was you
who took me.
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Bolero

Walking by the ocean
The summer night rain falls
I seek the peace in the blue night
that sleep refuses to bring to me.

The humid summer air
Releases its water.
As the warm waves
roll over my bare feet.

In the distance someone
Is playing Bolero on a flute
It is sensual and Haunting.
Its beat strums on my heart.
Like your fingertips once did

I stop and breathe
the hot moist salty air.
Pictures of you flood my mind
Only of you.
As does the music.

In The distance someone
is playing bolero on a flute.
It is beautiful and soulful.
The tears from my eyes
join the rain in their release.

I dream of you holding me
Your eyes dark as pools.
Your fingers in my hair
comforting like a mothers hand.

Someone in the distance
In this beautiful night
Is playing Bolero on a flute
And my soul is aching
Jude kyrie Jun 2016
You write poetry ?
she almost cackles in disdain.
Followed by an incredulous eyeroll
Who the **** reads poetry anymore.

She continued that's pointless
And unattractive
How do hope to get a girl.
As though getting bedded
Was the reason I write.

She introduced me to her sister
I wrote poems for her
That spilled my soul onto the paper.
She read them and
saved them in a collection.

a few weeks later
She invited me to her bed.
A place where I still
read her my poetry.
So many many years later.
468 · Jan 2016
When the stones speak
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
When the stones speak
they speak in the old language
of time itself.
they speak of endless tides
that wash them smooth
for infinity.
sometimes they whisper of Changes
where their roughness was polished
by the sands of time.
they whisper to me
my soul will be washed
like they were
smoothing its mperfections
until it will glow in the
rivers of forever.
to spend infinity
in a new perfection.
and to be blessed
by a life well lived.
468 · May 2016
Never Fade Away
Jude kyrie May 2016
Never fade away
by
Jude Kyrie

I can still find you
even in the distance
of forevers eternity.
Your vision is a memory
from my hearts souvenir box.
I grip it harder this memory.
but it is like golden sand.
the harder I hold a few
grains fall from my
hand like tears.
The southern winds
kiss my face with seaspray.
If I close my eyes
I feel your lips on my cheek.
the wind sings through
the seagrass.
I hear your comforting voice
whispering to me.
I replace the remaining grains
of your golden memory.
Back into the safe
keeping of my heart.
And whisper to you.
Never fade away
my beloved.
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
Ma'am
A Story
By
Jude Kyrie


Ma’am

I remember the first time I met her
At the orphanage.
I was a lifer.
Who adopts fourteen
year old boys?
Apparently no one.

She was beautiful
and had the most angelic face.
Oh! her smile,
it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always  called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind

I think that was when I realized
she was the only friend I had.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood.

I have never seen
as much kindness
before or since.
It flowed from her.

She stopped me
from running away again,
and taught me
how to read books
great books
by important authors.

To learn poetry
and to talk about
its meaning.
At this point I knew I loved her.
She took me to the mission where
the homeless lived and we served
in the free kitchen.
I would have followed her anywhere.

She was relocated
after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and  said
if she was free
she would marry me
in a heartbeat.

But explained gently
to my young heart
that she was already
married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming
It was a bout of malaria.

Now when I feel alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box.
the only thing I took
from the orphanage.
And read her stacks of letters.
one by one.
Always in the order
that she sent them to me.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again
467 · Oct 2016
The Silence
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
Perhaps we are
married far to long.
The words have all been said?
Have I become the furniture.
Or
Has it become me?
I offer you an apple
For dessert.
It is sweet and ripe
It's juices flow like the
Apple within the garden of Eden.
They will flow down your face
drenched in sweetness.
But you hold it like a stone.
Even as I look to the blue sky.
An ocean for the
white shape shifting
clouds that hold
no rain in their silence.
I see them fascinated
by me in a language
that needs no words.
In their silence
they say everything
I want to say?
466 · Sep 2015
out of the abyss
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
From the darkness of the abyss
that is space and time.
Deep inside its blackened void.
A ray of light travelled all the forevers.
From a hilltop in a winters night
It reached my heart.
In sympathy of a lost memory
My love light coalesced.
Now neither the sky or the night
Is dark as we light up the world.
Dancing in our own starlight.
464 · Sep 2015
In winter woods at night
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
The winter Seasons calling
It’s snow to paint the ground.
In nightglows silent falling
It lands without a sound.
Alone within a clearing
I watch the meadow and the dell.
I stand inside its beauty
In the distance the midnight bell.
A wishing  star passes on high.
But the wish it cannot answer
Brings teardrops to my eye.
But as if in silent sorrow
A single star appears.
It is as though you see my longing
Saying darling no more tears.
462 · Jan 2016
Finding all there is
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
sometimes I sit alone in our floral garden.
We have travelled so very far together.
The large pretty home and expensive
cars in the driveway attest to our success.
But my thoughts drift back to the start of us.
fFnishing college together
making love in our bare
of furnishings single room.
We dined at our picnic table
Slept on an inflatable matrass.
Ate frozen pizza and drank cheap wine.
made love as the moon bloomed its light
through our undraped window.
talked the night away after *******.
I remember thinking how much I loved you
How I would never be able to get enough of you.
I would give everything we have today
to go back there with you my love.
for without knowing it
we had everything back then.
Where do we go to?
carpe Diem
sigh
Jude
460 · Jan 2016
That old black magic
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
She had warned me she was a witch.
but I did not believe in them.
I knew you would
come back to me she purred.
Her eyes green and beautiful.
Like a cats eyes.
the beat of her heart hypnotic.
I melted inside the warmth of her arms.
The music brought me here I said.
It was that first kiss she smiled.
I breathed a love spell  into your mouth
It found its way into your heart
as you slept.
And it’s beauty played music
In your soul.
I kissed her again
Her powers were too great.
I had no defense's from her
nor did I want them.
If I was spellbound
It was where I wanted to be.
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
The graveyard was melting
in the shadows of nightfall.
Darkness and death
are my fear my kryptonite.
Yet I walked inside the iron gate
creaking like old bones.

I needed to find you
I know you lived here now.
I could feel our friendship
still calling me.
In all the darkness.
I saw a tiny light
a small  flickering flame.
It was on your headstone.
I knew it was yours.
Your mother had lit a candle
for you today.

I knelt down and kissed
the granite headstone
with your name glowing in golden filigree
I did not kneel in prayer
it was too late for that.
Only whispering
“Hello my old friend”
quietly so no other
ghost can hear me.
I tossed on a playlist
from the old days.
And sat down with my best friend
for a chat like always.

Remember we were almost thirteen.
We got detention for refusing to
stop wearing black everything.
and wearing black lipstick?
We knew were special then
more than girlfriends
More than sisters
we were us forever love.

We learned how to drink cheap wine.
Get drunk together and get over hangover.
You taught me to smoke
until I was green and sick.
Remember college we got out of that boring
home town with a single traffic light.
We danced partied and learned ***.
Experimented with drugs it was crazy

I don’t know how we survived.
You were filled with hidden sickness
I was to the brim crazy.
But we did.
We made it.

At twenty two we got better
You moved away and I went home.
I heard you married a woman.
Why did you never tell me you were gay?
I would have married you in a heartbeat.

I called you to get together for a reunion.
Bring your wife I said.
But you were already
starting to leave this world.
I met a friend in coffee shop the other day.
She told me you were gone
I asked gone where?
She looked at the floor just GONE.
So here I am sweetie.

Do you remember anything that day?
Except the sudden chest pain
The lack of oxygen.
Did you remember me?

That’s when my grief came
Like never before.
tears wetting the granite stone.
You know I always have loved you.
And it’s just not the same in crazyville
without you.

As if in answer to me
The moon peeped from behind a cloud.
And shone onto us in a beam.
I kissed her farewell
Whispering I love you honey.
And walked away into the darkness
Of a changed world.
you really only get one BFF
jude
459 · Dec 2015
Early morning dew
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
Early Morning Dew


~~This morning I awaken
at the breaking of dawn.
Your hair spread on the pillow
As yellow as the corn

In the meadow the new day
A sky of pale blue.
The gleaming diamonds
on tangle woods
all covered in dew

The poorest of ****
shines like a queen
with dew covered jewels
the richest I’ve seen

My heart was a flower
Once thirsty for dew
Now shining in sunlight
In the sweet love of you
Jude kyrie Dec 2015
a new year moment
by
Jude Kyrie


*A Winter's moon
silhouettes the pines.
Snowfalls silent tune
as the year unwinds.

Dark Skeleton trees
crowd  the distant shore.
Theres a sob in the breeze
as the year is no more.
Sometimes The New Year slips in in sombre silence.
Jude
happy new year
to all of natures creatures.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
You ask of me
why are your
poems so sad?
i whisper.
Even the moon
shining in full wonder
has a darkside
that it keeps hidden.
All the countless stars
that watch over
us since the first night
fade in the
waking hours of day.
I think what
you really wanted to ask me
is am I as sad as my poems?
I answer with a poem
Ask the moon
what it has seen
Ask the stars
what they have
witnessed.
And know that
even poems
are only white
Until the dark ink
spills onto the paper.
454 · May 2017
Autumn Rush by Jude Kyrie
Jude kyrie May 2017
Your eyes as green as the emerald forest.
Smile dreams of firelight in a burning autumn sky.
the trees resonate the ancient mantras of time past
Cooling winds fed by milky moonlight foretell seasons.

Golden leaves float in the thin air drifting like ghost
The reflecting golden wavelets on the pond
See a rising mist of summers breath cover them.
And the rush of autumn
stirs my hair like a mother's touch.
454 · Oct 2016
Under the maples
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
She said I love the gentle rain.
It makes us stop on our walks
And shelter under the maples.

I love. Being in the rain with you..
I feel so close to you he said.
I want to protect you
from the world forever.
As we shelter under the maples.

She looked into his silver grey eyes.
and saw all she wanted in this life.
His strong arms around her.
As they sheltered under the maples

If you had one wish now
What would it be she asked?
I would wish it would
never stop raining.
And we stayed here
like this forever.
He whispered.
As they sheltered under the maples
Love the rain
Jude
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
Dance me through love warm and tender
With glitter ball lights in your eyes
Dance me through all I’ll remember
in the glow of a million soft sighs

Dance me through children and laughter
in a place where true love never dies.
Dance me before and then after
as I drown in the pools of your eyes.

Dance with me every day of our lifetime.
Dance away all heartaches and pain.
When I am old and my eyes lose their bright shine.
Dance me until they glow once again.
To My Love
Always
Jude
454 · Jan 2016
Theres an Angel in my heart
Jude kyrie Jan 2016
There's an angel in my heart.
She is beautiful and so loving.
I can hear her weeping sometimes.
She wants to come out of me
And to let everyone see her.
But I keep her imprisoned,
She is my very private angel.

People can see only
the worldly tough me .
the one who doesn't
take wooden nickels.
The one who never cries.
With a Missouri
show me attitude

But sometimes
When the night is long
and quiet.
And the Moonlight blooms
through the window.
you are Lay with me beautiful
and full of softness.

I let her out
Just for you to see her.
She changes the glow
of the gentle light
that outlines your body.
She frames your hair
like a halo.

She softens my voice.
Almost to a gentle whisper,
I say stupid things.
That Tough old me
would never say.
Like
I love you
you are the most
beautiful thing in my life.
And I love you
so very much honey.
and
I was blessed the day
I found you.
She makes me
gentle and loving.
It must be some kind
of Angel trick.

But then as the morning
yawns sunlight into
our bedroom window.
I put my angel in prison again
And get ready to face
the garish world.
For just one more day
454 · Feb 2016
Hot August Night
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
Between the heatwave and the storm.
Is the sultry humid air drenched in water,
unable to hold its moisture
for a second longer.
It's heat now unbearable.

A moment of silence beyond stillness.
In the distance night
the thunder is grumbling
like a faraway avalanche.
drumrolls are miles from here
but coming now.
The darkness shining
with the rain bouncing high
from the pavement.

Electrical discharges
crackle as the air explodes.
Looking out of the window
at a cataract of waterfall torrents.
The buildings of the city distorted
like reflections in a hall of mirrors.

Inside the air conditioner creaking
And groaning at its impossible task.
The thunder is now overhead
Filling the room with odor of ozone
In the streets water flows
in rivers to the
overloaded storm drains.

The coolness after the humid air
is drained feels so wonderful.
The air now pure and purged
like a soul in a state of grace.
I think if I ever have to die
I want it to be in a storm like this.
Naked in the rain
as it washes away my sins.
And my maker
roars his forgiveness.
453 · Nov 2015
Its no wonder I love you
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
I sit in my chair quietly observing you
the world rolls by you like a babbling brook.
you are fixing a  torn seam in the kids shirt.
I can feel the stregnth of you radiating
in our small family room.

I cannot remember when I had to worry
about the kids you handling everything.
I think how we are always short of money
yet magically  you  always seem to manage
never complaining.

the news on the tv shows mayhem and violence.
it passes you by unoticed as you keep
us all protected and safe.
for a moment I am filled with humility
seeing the stregnth of your spirit

I see the great woman you are.
the safe harbour I rest in.
the sun glowing at the center
of my small universe.
its no wonder I love you.
453 · Aug 2015
Paris Love Story
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
It’s like I am a guitar and the fingers
of lovers are strumming the strings
Spinning my emotions,
Commanding me to stay,
She said

We walked the busy streets of Montmartre
Its bright lights as warm as our love.
A Paris to full of lovers
overflowing in this spring night.
To find us a little studio place.
In a Paris with no space.

She stops for a kiss
Its fingers are making me
sing love songs.
I am so in love with you,
So in love,
she sighed

We walked from room to room.
seeking the pure light from the north.
To touch her beauty as I painted her.
She poses for the magic of my brush.

I feel like it is you inside me
Your fingers playing my heart
Allowing it to beat and flow blood
Keeping it safe and loved
she said*

I entered her through
, the door of her heart
Which she opened for only me.
And there In Paris
that long ago springtime
I found my home
Where I would never leave.
452 · Oct 2016
When you wish upon a star
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
She noticed me looking dreamily
at the night sky.
You seem fascinated by the stars
she whispered.
I think they are more fascinated by me.
People think the stars are made of wishes
that the stars grant to lovers on earth.
But they are not.
They are made of heartaches and
broken promises of all the wishes
they have not granted.
Which one's your favorite star
She ask me.
I point to the biggest brightest star
in the heavens.
It is that one
It is made of all my ungranted wishes.
They all about you.
Perhaps that makes you a star.
Keep wishing who knows
Jude
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
You met me in a whirlwind.
My head was spinning
Sure I was attracted
you are lovely.
I have always had a thing for
pretty flight attendants.
And your beauty is beyond pretty.
But you were based in In LA
I am in NYC
I knew it could not work.
I have already bought
too many postage stamps.

And postcards are too
limited to express
all I want to say.
You awake in My Night
l awake as you are sleeping.
I have been there before.
I wish you were not as pretty
and lived next door.

I am sick of email love notes.
I want tactile love
to feel you here with me.
as we sleep together.
I am tired of watching
your tail lights.
fade into the dark sky.

You tell me
not all people
alone are lonely.
I answer
Not all lonely people
are alone.
Is there a word for that
There should be.
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
We laughed all day
at a silly song.
You threw my homework
In the pond.

We laughed so much
I peed my pants
In a pool upon the floor.

Our childhood passed
so fast, so fast.
I wished it would never end.
We were more than best of friends.

After finals you threw your *******
from the window of the car.
And then I threw out mine.
We got a ticket from the policeman
And laughed as we paid the fine.

Then we both got wedding rings
Our bellies grew and grew.
How fast the time did fly
You laughed and laughed
And said at last
We finally learned how to multiply

In business you laughed
your way to the top
Who would have guessed
You were to be the big success

Then on 9/11 the planes came down.
And the towers turned to ash
You died and my world
is now a sadder place
Oh God!
How I miss your laugh.
Jude kyrie May 2016
The rain falls without promise of end.
I feel the sound of past lives in the deluge.
Their footsteps fall against the window pane.

Outside the olive greens
Daunt me the subdued colors
the hues of haunting places.
But the ghost are inside the rainfall.

I pray to the God that sent the rain
purify me with your waters.
Send the light from a million stars
to warm my heart.

But the tears fall like the rain
down my cheeks.
leaving water stains
Like on a damaged photograph.
Becca you have the talent My Lady
One which inspires me
thank you for your creativity
Jude
451 · May 2016
just a dusting of snow
Jude kyrie May 2016
A Dusting of Snow
  
It seems so many Christmases ago now.
Almost looking back
through a white mist of snowflakes.
Like the ones I remember as a boy
In the Moorlands of England.
The world bright in festive color
A warm firelight in the old cottage.
From which I shall never move.
Her French accent
musical like tiny bells.
Such times are precious.
We should know this always.
Special and once lived memories.
It was so easy back then to accept
them as forever
Perhaps a right of passage.
The truth is the Gods
can give and take all they wish.
At times like this I can feel her
touching my cheek softly.
And if I close my eyes
She is there again.
Soft and sweet
Like a Christmas Angel.
White wings like the falling snow.
Now it is quiet in the old room.
The Christmas tree as beautiful
as any I remember back then.
On the gardens a light dusting
of snow reflecting starlight
on its purity of its whiteness.
I look at her photograph on the mantle
She was so astoundingly lovely.
I pick up the frame and place
my lips on her picture.
Feeling her lips
Beyond the cold glass.
Whispering softly
joyeux noël
ma petite fleur
(Happy Christmas
my little flower)
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
She stands in front of the mirror
Holds back her hair in a band
The thoughts that trouble her
best forgotten best ignored
She tells herself
He's just learning how to love her

She vacuums an already clean rug
Imagines his fingers gently on her
tilting her face upwards
Whispering I love you honey
she sighs
she tells herself
he's learning how to love her

When he plays the alto sax
its so dreamy gentle and sweet
so sensitive oh why cant
he play her body like that
she would melt for him
she tells herself
he's just learning how to love her

He reaches for her in bed
Takes her quickly
Hearing his moan
Oh so empty so sad
she tells herself
he's just learning how to love her

Her existence is an unanswered
Prayer to an unknown God
She cleans the already tidy house
telling herself
he's just learning how to love her
450 · May 2016
The dark muse
Jude kyrie May 2016
Darkened muse

In the dark night
where uncertainty exist.
Feel the power of the muse.
Let it fall upon your naked skin.
Like rain from the heavens.
Find the need that flows the words
that are living inside your heart.
Let them pour down your face
like tears too long hidden
let her touch the parts of you
that release all you are.
All you can be.
For you are a poet
A dreamer of feelings.
A writer of truths
She is a lover
let her free
to release you.
Die in her embrace
but write write write
until the blood
is drained from you.
449 · Sep 2015
Sweet Seduction
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
This dinner party is formal
like all the ladies
I am wearing my gown
my invite was  for me
and plus  one.
but its just me here.
all the gentlemen
are in tuxedos.
the man seated to my right
is deliciously, attractive.
I nightdream of him
unfastening my gown
and drowning me
in his  wickedness.
The heady fragrance  
of his  cologne, adds
to the dream.
I wonder over the hum
of voices in the room.
is he the one I have
searched for for so long
the one I know is out there
in the big somewhere.
Our glasses clink in toast.
he bites sensuously into a
fresh summer strawberry.
its heavenly juices
leaving thier sweetest fragrane
onto his tongue.
He smiles at me
his eyes glancing
at my cleavage.
I feel like a spider
tempting him into my web.
The bait has been swallowed.
I smile back at him.
I wonder if he will taste
of strawberries later
when I loosen my hair
from its tight french roll.
Jude kyrie Jul 2018
She was very sick that I knew
Being 12 caught between boyhood and manhood
did not make me blind.

They cut my hair off tonight honey.
It's ok mom you are still
the most beautiful lady  in the world.

You are such a charmer honey
The girls are going to love you.
I only want you to love me mom
Only you.

Everyone noticed I could not sleep anymore
Want to talk about anything?
the school nurse said.
No ma'am I said.

Then the nightmares
The tree huge and everlasting tree
outside my bedroom window.
It walked when I fell asleep.
It's fingers like twigs
pulled me from my bed
It lifted me to its roaring mouth.
Fires glowed within its fearsome eyes.

I am not afraid I said.
But I just don't know
how much I was afraid.
You are going to tell me
your deepest fears it roared.

But still I kept silent
not showing him anything.
No fear.nothing.

Mom I need to sleep with you
I take her the meds.
Just for five minutes honey.
I feel so sick sweetie.

Your Ok mom
You will get better.
Your hair will.
Grow back again.

Call your dad He's in L.A
I know with the sister I never met.
And the lady I dont want to know.
Shhhssssss it's OK.

Then he came again
made of roots and leaves and twigs.
He picked me up like a Bird in the next.

Tell me your truth. he roared
I have none I wailed.
But I did.....I did..I did .....I did

Grandma called by
she was as cold as ice.
Some things never change.
You need to come to my place she said
No grandma,I need to be here with mom.
She in the hospice
you are coming with me.
We Got there it was full of China figurines
I am going to the hospital
don't touch anything she said sternly.

But the tree monster came again
I was so angry smashed all of grandma's stuff.
Wheb she arrived back home the place is wrecked
She does not give me the licking I deserved.
Instead I heard her weeping on her bed.

The monster came again that night
It's time for your pain
tell me it said.
I don't have pain, I lied
Tell me or you will be crushed
by my limbs it threatened.

I....I.....I want to tell her to let go
But that's my fear
It would be my fault you see.
What do I do?
You tell the truth the monster said
Only the truth.

I got back to grandma's place.
I looked at her
She kind of looked like mom.....But older
I just got a call from the hospice she said
We have to hurry
We got to go there?
At the railroad tracks
we were stopped.
By a long freight train

Grandma said
We are very different people, you and me.
I said,
I know grandma
But we are going to have to get along
I said
I know grandma.
She said of course you do.

We got to the hospital
The nurse was solunm
Go right in, its OK.

She was dying I knew it.
Mom held my hand
I felt the monster behind me.
It whispered in my ear
I am here with you.
What do I do?
I said.
Tell the truth of all the ages
since time began.
The one that comes
from the inside of your heart.

I squoze Moms hand tight
I said
It's OK mom.
It's OK to go.
I will be ok.
I promise.
A giant heavy weight fell from my heart
I was truthful finaly.

I remember the last movement
of my mother hand
It faded away softly
Unlike my memories of her love.

But when we got back to grandma's place.
I cried and grandma held me to her breast.
I said I am so sorry grandma
For breaking your stuff.

She pulled me closer
I know honey.
It doesn't matter.
Yo are all that matters now.
I love you honey.
I said softly
I love you too grandma.
Life has many lessons
the young must learn
Jude
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
Emperor of a frozen domain

*The newspaper headlines
and the TV newscast
pour blood onto my kitchen table.
It’s unmistakable odor
Mixing with coffee and toast.
Has it always been like this?
A world of dark shadows
with ****** and hatred
hiding in every dark alley.
Take me back to innocence
Where childish pastimes
took me through simpler shadows.
Where damage was recoverable.
Born of lost loves and things
I left undone.
And even shadows
grew paler over time.
I now sit among coffee
and armchairs.
Enthroned over a frozen land.
Old and frail.
The emperor of a frozen domain.
Jude kyrie May 2017
A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)









Poem by William Blake
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariots of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.
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